Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
LIAM
A m I hearing things? There’s no way Lark fucking Monroe just insinuated she wants to suck my dick. The only explanation is that I hit my head on a rock when I fell off my paddle board earlier, and this is my mind’s way of shutting out the trauma.
Way to go, brain.
Only the vision in front of me is too perfect to be just a dream. Lark’s cheeks are pink from her orgasm and I can feel her wetness against my skin through her teeny shorts. She’s staring up at me like I just gave her the world, glossy blue eyes dark with heat despite the fact that she just came.
What she said finally registers past disbelief and I choke on air. “Jesus, Red,” I groan. “You can’t just say things like that.”
She giggles, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. “Oh, but you can say you’re going to fuck the brat out of me and it’s fine?”
“Good point.”
Gently sliding my knee out from between her legs, I use the hand on her back to keep her pressed against my front and walk us over to the blanket she so thoughtfully laid out. Once we’re there, I stop her from laying down and bring a hand under her chin, tilting her chin up so I can see her gorgeous eyes.
“We can stop this right now,” I murmur. “We can pretend this never happened and go back to being friends and roommates. Nothing has to change between us…”
“Or?” she asks hesitantly.
I lean down and place lingering kisses up the side of her throat until I can whisper in her ear. “ Or , I can follow through on my threat and fuck the brat out of you, and we can see where this goes.”
Her eyes flare in surprise. “I just got out of a relationship, Liam. I’m not ready for—” I interrupt her with a hard kiss. Partly because I don’t want her spiraling, and partly because I don’t want to hear her say this can’t go beyond sex.
I’m still worried about how Keelan will react, but the more time I spend with Lark, the more I think about what my mom said, about letting someone in and loving them. It’s crazy, because I’ve only truly known Lark a few days, but I’ve been hearing about her through Keelan and her parents for years . I knew so many things about her before she ever stepped foot back in town that this step feels like a natural progression, and I can only hope that with enough time, she might feel it too.
“Stop thinking so hard, Red. For once, turn that big brain of yours off and just go with it. This doesn’t have to mean anything if we don’t want it to. We’re just two consenting adults acknowledging the insane chemistry between us.”
Liar.
Because I’m steadfastly ignoring the subconscious thought, I see the minute she makes her decision: her eyes soften, and her hands slide up around my neck and tug. I’m powerless to resist, slanting my lips over hers in a kiss that’s softer, but no less intense than earlier.
How Lark can still smell like the sweetest berries after hours baking in the sun is beyond me, but it’s driving me insane. Groaning into our kiss, I grasp her upper thighs and kneel, carefully laying her down on the thin blanket. I’m grateful for the cushion of sand below us. It makes me feel like less of an ass for taking her on the damn ground for our first time.
Her chest heaves in time with each labored breath, and a burst of pride fills my chest knowing I’m affecting her even half as much as she’s been affecting me since the moment she stepped foot on my front walk.
Letting her catch her breath for a moment, I kiss my way across her jaw, only stopping to nip at her ear. “Who knew that such a prickly little cactus would be so soft for me?”
She scoffs, but whatever snarky retort she had dies on her tongue when I hook my fingers in the crotch of her shorts and pull. It’s almost too easy to work them down her toned legs and then I’m met with bare, glistening skin.
Every drop of moisture in my mouth dries up in an instant and I have to swallow several times before I can even try to speak. “You…you’re… fuck .” The words come out in a jumbled mess.
Lark’s smug smile irritates me, but when she carefully drags those deft fingers through her dripping core, every thought but how she tastes disappears. Fighting the urge to suck her fingers into my mouth seems like an impossible feat, so I don’t even try.
Her quiet gasp is nearly drowned out by the pained groan that leaves my mouth when her taste hits my tongue. I lick her fingers like a man possessed and then decide that’s not nearly enough, so, giving her a wicked smirk, I drop to my stomach on the sand, conveniently putting my face only inches from her center.
“Liam! You don’t have to?—”
“Unless you’re telling me no, shut your pretty mouth and let me enjoy my reward,” I growl.
“Reward for what?”
That’s not a no .
Ignoring her question for the time being, my tongue darts out to flick her clit, eliciting a throaty moan. Her hips buck into my mouth, and I grin. My hands run up her thighs and stop at her hips so I can pin them to the blanket.
Lark groans and the dirty look she aims my way makes my smile stretch even wider. “Someone’s a greedy little thing. Was one orgasm not enough for you, pretty girl?”
She practically growls her frustration. “For someone who sees having their face buried in my pussy as a reward, you sure are taking your sweet time actually doing it. ”
My need to tame her brattiness wars with my desire to feel her come on my tongue, but when she sticks her tongue out at my raised brow, the decision is easy. Pulling back with an irritated huff, I sit back on my heels and cross my arms.
“Hey! Why’d you stop?” she cries in protest, propping herself up on her elbows.
I let her see the irritation in my eyes, reveling in her shocked breath. “You want me to fuck you, Lark?”
She nods emphatically.
A wicked smirk takes over my lips, and I cock my head in challenge. “Show me how bad you want it.”
Confusion clouds her expression, but I don’t wait for her to figure it out on her own, instead sliding a finger through her folds and bringing it to my mouth so I can suck it clean. “You don’t get to act like a brat and get rewarded with my mouth on this pretty pussy. So if you want me to fuck you, you need to show me how much you want it by using your fingers.”
Her sparkling eyes widen in understanding as she bites down on her bottom lip. With only the slightest hesitation, she drags her fingers through her slit to get them wet before moving up to circle her clit. My hands are still locked on her hips: firmly enough that I worry she’ll have bruises tomorrow, but right now I don’t really care.
“Look at you,” I croon encouragingly. “Such a good girl, following directions so beautifully. Give yourself one more orgasm and then you can ride my cock.”
“I wanted to ride your face,” she whines. Her cheeks are flushed and with every pass of her fingers over her clit, her hips jerk against my hold. Two fingers on her other hand dip inside her pussy and begin to thrust.
My eyes refuse to look away from the show in front of me, so I answer my girl without looking up. “Next time, gorgeous. Right now, I want to see your pussy clenching around your fingers so I know you’re ready for my cock.”
That drives her over the edge, and she comes on a cry loud enough that I glance around to make sure we’re still alone in this secluded part of the cove. Thankfully we are, but I’m not sure how much longer that will last, so without preamble I shed my board shorts and line my tip up at her entrance.
Only a split second later I freeze, my expression dropping. “Motherfucker,” I swear harshly.
Lark’s brows raise in question, and I sigh. “I don’t have a condom.”
Understanding dawns, and it’s quiet for several tense seconds until she speaks so quietly I have to strain to hear. “I’m on birth control. And I was tested the day I left New York. I’m clean. ”
It takes a moment for her words to register, and when they do my heart stalls in my chest. “Red…”
“You can say no,” she whispers. I can’t stand the uncomfortable look on her face, so I lean down and brush my lips across hers.
“I could never say no to you, pretty girl. I’m clean, and it’s been a long time since I was with anyone. I’ve never…” I clear my throat. “I’ve never not used protection before.”
Once my words sink in, it’s like a dam breaks. We reach for each other at the same time, our mouths crashing together with a ferocity I feel deep in my soul. I’ve never, not once , considered fucking someone bare before. But with Lark, it’s just another thing that feels right .
Finally moving my hands from her hips, I rip her tank off and groan when I see the microscopic bikini top she has on underneath. The triangles of red fabric barely cover anything, which makes it that much easier to yank them to the side so I can take a pert nipple in my mouth at the same time I sink into her on one long thrust.
Our twin moans can probably be heard all the way in town, but I can’t focus on that when her pussy is wrapped around my cock so tightly I worry I’m about to embarrass myself in front of my future wife.
Because if I know only one thing with absolute certainty, it’s that I’ll never be able to let this woman go after seeing how perfectly we fit together.
Lark squeezing down on my shaft drags me out of my epiphany and pulls a pitiful whimper from my throat. “Pretty girl, if you don’t give me a second, this is going to be over much faster than either of us wants.”
The grin she gives me in return is downright sinful, and before I know what’s happening I’m flat on my back, half on the blanket and half on the cool sand, staring up at my girl with wide, unblinking eyes.
“I don’t care how long you last, Liam, but I need to come, now .”
I can’t stop my chuckle, because whether she realizes it or not the shock from the sudden position change and the cold sand on my back gave me exactly what I needed to no longer feel like I’m going to come the second she moves.
My hands find their new favorite spot on her hips and grip hard enough to pull a startled gasp from her pouty lips. “It’s cute that you think you’re in charge, gorgeous, but I did promise to fuck the brat out of you, and clearly I haven’t done that yet. So hang on.”
Most people only ever see me as the awkward quiet guy, but sometimes, like when I’m tattooing, gardening, or having sex, I feel like an entirely different person. My focus intensifies, and I’m not worried about saying or doing the wrong thing or making a fool out of myself. I love that Lark gets to see this side of me.
Snapping my hips into hers on a harsh thrust, I watch with undisguised hunger as her perfect tits bounce in my face. They’re on the small side, but perky and have the most adorable freckles all over them. I’d love to spend a lazy morning in bed tracing them with my tongue, but that will have to wait because it’s clear if I don’t give Lark what she wants, she’ll take matters into her own hands.
My hips snap up, making her eyes roll back in her head. I’d smirk at the immediate change in her demeanor, but I’m too busy trying not to immediately empty myself into her tight heat. When she recovers from the abrupt change in pace, she rolls her hips in a circle, making me see stars.
“ Fuuuuuck ,” I groan low in my throat.
My pace picks up and the harsh thrusts combined with her gyrating have us both on the precipice of orgasm within minutes.
“Liam,” she pants breathlessly. “I’m going to come.”
Her pussy flutters around my cock, making me moan into her ear. “Play with your clit for me, Red. I need you to get there.”
She follows my direction so beautifully it ratchets my pleasure up to an unbearable degree, and the second she cries out with her release, I’m done for. White spots dance across my vision as my entire body goes rigid, my cock pulsing with each spurt of my release.